It
was promised…and now it's here! Welcome to the awaited sequel of
D.S. al Coda! I'm your host Mika, along with a whole new villain
group to boot! It's fun, exciting, and has people from deleted
stories coming back to life! WHOO! And now, for the stupid
information that all of you already know…

The
rating: PG-13, Teen, whatever the hell it is now.

The
reason: MUSTARD! Just kidding. There's drama, language, violence,
shonen- and shojou-ai, and a variety of other things that go wrong.
Oh yeah, gore. Splaying angel guts all over the place isn't exactly
G, is it? There will be shojou and shonen-ai in this story! Just a
warning for those who don't think they can take it. BUT THE
MUSTARD! MUSTARD WILL TAKE OVER THE PLANET! ((runs to hide))

Genres:
fantasy, action, adventure, drama, romance, condiments

I
do not own Cyborg 009; I only partially own 0021 and own the White
Angel Organization and Mirllyne. You guys are so awesome, thanks for
putting up with all this nonsense that's required! And now, you
will be taking up the original tempo with…

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Riprendere

Prologue:
The Fallen

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A
girl with short, extremely light brown hair and shockingly green eyes
all but flew down a corridor. She herself was vertically challenged,
standing at a mere four feet and eight inches. As she walked past
people, she drew quite a bit of attention. Some of the people had
wings and halos, while others had hardhats and guns.

"Tsukasa,
you do know that the partnership has been cleared, and we have now
become the White Angel Organization." A tall girl with dark
rose-pink hair and clouded blue eyes said. She had wings, but she
carried her halo in her hand.

"I
know, Zaffiel. It has come to my attention, thank you." Tsukasa,
the short girl said. "I also saw to it that Marco will be reporting
to me, and that I now head both organizations with this deal. If he
wants the fallen to work for him, he must abide with my rules."

"We
know that. That we do. The only problem is the rouge one…"
Zaffiel said. She began twirling her golden halo around her finger.
"I doubt she can do very much now, can she? We've already ridded
her of all ties, that we have. Arien is currently taking care of the
rest of the necessary things. But we would all like to know: are we
going to chase 'Generation Zero'?"

Tsukasa
turned down a different hall. "I don't see any reason to. Get
Pandora, though…I really want to hurt her. I'm sure you do too?"

"Indeed."
Zaffiel responded. "But I'm still confused. Why are you, the
daughter of Chaos, helping us? We are fallen angels, that we are."

"You
must remember, Zaffiel, that without chaos, there is no order, and
therefore no existence in the entire universe. Once the box was
opened, hope was freed and made it so she controlled chaos. I no
longer had a purpose, and therefore was counted as a fallen angel."
Tsukasa explained calmly. Zaffiel nodded and continued to play with
her halo.

"Okay,
I understand. And what gave you authorization to do all of this?"
Zaffiel asked, waving a few of the others off with a wave of her
hand. "You are of a rank…"

"That
doesn't matter," Tsukasa argued. "What matters now…"

A
girl with pale pink wings, a long powder blue braid, and pink eyes
came bolting toward them. She stopped before mowing down Zaffiel and
bowed.

"Miss
Tsukasa – I have completed the task." She said, still in a deep
bow. Tsukasa smiled at her.

"Thank
you, Arien. Are they in the designated rooms?" Tsukasa asked,
signaling for Arien to stand once again. Arien regained her
composure.

"Of
course! Now, I must be going – I promised to play with Jessica!"
Arien said, running off down the hall once again. Zaffiel and Tsukasa
continued on their merry way in the opposite direction.

"Well,
Zaffiel…it is time to put this plan into effect. We, the White
Angel Organization, in cooperation with the Black Ghost Organization,
will seal Hope again once more and kill those who opened the box. We
will prove that human relations are futile, and that we're better
bad guys!" Tsukasa said, opening a door with the press of a button.
"And you, my most trusted fallen angel…"

"Yes,
I know…that I do." Zaffiel said, gently kissing the younger girl.
Tsukasa grinned at Zaffiel. "Tsukasa, you do know that they won't
all be affected by what Arien did."

"For
that, I have two new cyborgs. They have amazing abilities, and were
created by Alexa and Marco themselves. And remember yourself,
Zaffiel. You are a fallen angel, and you have a power of your own."
Tsukasa turned to a glass wall, behind which the ocean drifted past,
and pressed her hands to it. "You can make people feel emotion…"

"I
can not. I am not the angel of emotion; I am the angel of storms. You
will need to contact a whole different class to be able to pull that
off, that you will." Zaffiel said, walking to the glass. "There
is no need for angels to live any longer, Tsukasa. The eight children
of the two shrines have destroyed Heliopolis and Lunapolis. Our homes
are gone, and we are rejected at the gates to heaven. There's no
reason for angels to exist and give hope, because there is now hope
in the world from Pandora's Box."

Tsukasa
turned to look up at the angel. "But, we can change all that."

Zaffiel's
cloudy blue eyes widened. "How do you plan on doing that?"

"Gathering
a few key people, including all the rebel cyborgs. With the ones we
have that are dear to a few cyborgs, they will get all the others and
we'll have them all. It's not very hard to figure out, Zaffiel.
Once that happens, Omega is sure to sense that an end is near and be
drawn to it." Tsukasa explained. "Then we'll pull in Hope,
Pandora and all the others."

She
and Zaffiel stood for a while, watching fish swim by the window.
Arien burst through the door, braid whipping around behind her head.

"Miss
Tsukasa – I've been sent to tell you…we have reports of the
cyborgs noticing. Oh yes, and we have a runner." Arien said.
Tsukasa smiled at Arien, who had dropped her halo in her last bow.
She blushed and hastily picked it up. "And Nirine has asked me to
remind you that there are rankings higher than Zaffiel."

"Tell
her to fuck herself." Tsukasa said. "I don't care what she
says, Zaffiel has gone to the top of rankings."

Arien
bowed once again and left. Tsukasa turned away from the window. "It's
only true, Zaffiel. The rankings still hold, but you have been taken
far up from where you were."

Zaffiel
bowed her head, returning her halo so it floated about three inches
above the crown of her head. "I am honored to be at your service."

"Don't
worry about that any longer." Tsukasa said. "You have proved
yourself far more worthy than all the Class One Angels in any case.
You've even proved higher than Class Two. I don't care what any
of them say. Tell them that they can talk to me."

"And
your entire plot is…?" Zaffiel asked, before Tsukasa could
continue her ranting. Her own blush had deepened considerably from
the normal pale tone of her skin. "I still have yet to hear of it."

"Simple.
Get Hope and seal her back into the box. Possibly find Helios and
Luna and force them to rebuild their cities. It depends." Tsukasa
said, taking a seven-foot staff against its leaning post on the wall.
It was black with a swirling metal over it, and at the top was a
green orb, floating an inch above its base. "It is time, Zaffiel.
Let's get this thing started."

"Surely
we should inform Enala…?" Zaffiel asked.

"Absolutely
not. This is our mission. The time is now or never."

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